My Husband's Whore Part 2

by Racquel Williams

  I dialed Tanya’s number. I knew she did that, being on some spiteful shit.

  “Hello,” she answered.

  “Aye B, the other night when you was over the house, did you lose an earring?”

  “Nah, why?”

  “Cause Destiny just called me, talking about I had a bitch in her bed,”

  “And, so what if you did?”

  “What the fuck you mean, I told you I was about to get a divorce and I couldn’t afford for it to get out there, that I was cheating.”

  “Well, that sounds like a personal problem. Don’t you dare call me, checking me about another bitch.”

  “Tanya, you’re starting to piss me the fuck off. I told your hard headed ass, to chill out. I have enough fucking problem in my life,” I yelled into the phone.

  “I don’t know who you yelling at, but you need to lower your voice. I’m sick and fucking tired of the way you treat me. You treat those black bitches like they are queens and because I’m white; you treat me like I’m a doormat. I’m done dealing with this bullshit. I guess, I‘ll see your ass in child support court because I don’t care who you fucking because you will take damn good care of my baby.”

  I then removed the phone from my ear, I was sick of all the fucking bickering. After about five minutes, I clicked end. I had no idea if she was still on the line. Truthfully, I didn’t give a fuck.

  “Oweiii… what a fucking day,” I uttered to myself

  I sat back in my chair and for the first time in my life, I felt despaired. I’ve always known how to get myself out situations, but this time I felt like I was drowning. All these bitches had no idea that I’d beat their motherfucking ass.

  I grabbed my phone and briefcase. I had a 2.30 p.m., meeting with my lawyer. I wish this shit would just go away, but for now I had to deal with it. That bitch Imani fucked up by getting me locked up and with that, she fucked my life up. This charge is serious; I’m an attorney so I knew damn well this shit might not turn out good for me. I parked and walked into Baxter & Associates. I knew the brother because we worked on a case together before. I knew first-hand that he was a beast in the courthouse. I hate to brag but I was that nigga and these other lawyers were no competition when it came down to handling a case. Shit I may come off better defending myself, I thought. I quickly dismissed that idea.

  “Hello, may I help you?” The cute little Puerto Rican broad said.

  “Yes, I have an appointment with Jamal Baxter.”

  “Sure, please have a seat. Mr. Baxter, will be out shortly.”

  Within a few minutes Jamal walked out into the waiting area.

  “Hassan, my man, come on in.” we exchanged daps and I followed him into his office.

  “I’m sorry that we had to meet under these circumstances. I was reviewing your case and was kind of curious, as to why you didn’t use your partner in the case. Your firm is well known to be one of the best.” He chuckled.

  “Well, I decided not to involve the firm in my personal affairs. Furthermore, you’re a beast in the courthouse and I need someone with that experience,” I lied.

  “Sure, I understand. Ok so I need you to tell me everything that went down. You know that’s the only way I can effectively provide counsel. I am not charging you anything, ‘cause I consider you family. All I ask is that if I ever need any kind of help that extend yourself the same way I did.”

  “Damn bro, that’s what I’m talking about. You ain’t got nothin’ to worry about. I got you.”

  I sat in the chair and this time, I told the story exactly the way it went down. I trusted him and I know he would do his best to get me off these charges.

  “Have you spoken to Miss Gibson since the incident?”

  “Nah, I’m done with that bitch. Excuse my language.”

  “Well, it might be a good idea to go talk with her. To see if she’ll drop the charges.”

  “Man, this bitch got me locked up. I ain’t got shit to say to her dawg.”

  “Listen bro, get out your feelings. I need you to think like an attorney right now. This advice that I’m giving you, is the same advice you would give to me, if the roles were switched. This is a domestic violence case and most times the so-called victim recants their story. The DA will drop the case because it’s so much harder to win a case without a complainant. Think about it.”

  He was making sense. I had plenty of cases dismissed because the woman dropped the case or didn’t want to co-operate with the authorities. What bothered me was the fact that I had to talk to that bitch. After I got locked up, I vowed one night while I was in that cell, I would never see or talk to that bitch ever again. I had no feelings and my heart was cold as ice whenever I thought about her and her fucking bastard.

  “Man, I swear I had no intention on ever speaking to her again.” I said as I sank down in the chair.

  “I understand that, but it ain’t like I’m asking you to fall in-love with her. You’re a smooth talker so finesse her a little and get her to drop the charges. Man your career and your freedom depends on this.”

  The word ‘freedom’ rang out in my head and I quickly understood what he was trying to say to me. I knew I had no other choice, but to make up with her.

  “I got you. I’m on it ASAP,” I confirmed.

  We talked a little longer about what strategy he was going to take if Imani didn’t drop the charges. It felt strange because I was on the other side of the table. But I knew that I had to humble myself, because I was not the lawyer in this case, I was the client.

  I got up to leave, but Jamal spoke. “Aye bro, please don’t do anything stupid while you’re out on bond. I don’t want this to blow up bigger than it is.”

  “I got you bro.” I opened his door and walked out. Thinking about how I was going to get at Imani. I knew that bitch had a slick mouth and might come at me sideways. I know I’d have to use everything in me not to beat her ass for getting me locked up. I stepped out in the humid weather, straightened my tie and walked to my car.

  I am Hassan Clarke, I can do this, I thought

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  DESTINY

  Today wasn’t a good day for me. I woke up this morning, feeling sick with flu like symptoms. I thought it was the flu, but I didn’t have a cold. I had a bad headache a mild fever and runny nose. My body felt weak and when I went to use used the bathroom, I noticed I had a big bump with blisters on my pussy. That’s when it dawned on me; I was having an outbreak from the Herpes. I sat on the toilet seat and cried. I knew I had it, but reality finally hit me in the face. I was hurt, but I was also angry. I can’t seem to get the wicked thoughts that I had for Hassan out of my head. I wanted him to feel everything, I was going through. The pain and the embarrassment.

  I took a hot shower and took my pills. The rest of the day was spent in bed going over my account and making a note of everything that I needed to do. I also called a realtor, I decided I wanted to sell the house and move into something much smaller. In another year Amaiya, will be going off to college and it will only be me.

  Spencer wanted to me to spend the night with him, but I declined. I just wasn’t in the mood to be around anyone especially when I knew I couldn’t sleep with him. I know if I’d explained it to him, he would’ve understood but I chose not to. I felt ashamed and decided to tough it out. I recalled the doctor telling me that stress can trigger an outbreak and I believe it because lately I’ve been stressed out to the max. Hassan has put so much strain on me mentally and now physically. Some days I wanted to throw the towel in, and say fuck it, but I know I deserve better. I didn’t want to be with a liar, a cheater and an abuser. That man has put me through too much shit and I would never allow him to even breath on my pussy, ever again.

  ***

  I got a phone call early in the morning; it was Hassan’s bitch Imani. She sounded like she was drinking or smoking some kind of shit. Whatever it was, that whore sounded desperate. She wanted her money. Even though I couldn’t fully understand what she was s
aying. I managed to make out that she was ready to meet with me. I sat up in the bed with all kind of thoughts running through my head. I thought about telling her that I didn’t want what she had because honestly I didn’t trust that bitch. Besides fifty grand was a lot of money to give away to a person, hmm. Whatever she had, I needed proof before I handed over my hard earned cash to that two dollar whore…

  I got out the bed, talked to Spencer for a little while. I told him that I had to meet with Imani and being the protector that he is, he told me not to go. I wanted to listen, but I also needed the video of Hassan. I refused to let him walk away with a firm that I helped build and money that I put into his pocket.

  I grabbed my purse and my keys but I turned back and walked into Hassan’s room. I needed to grab something.

  IMANI

  After I left Corey’s funeral I couldn’t forget what he said to me, the day I visited him in the hospital. He believed Hassan was the one that got him shot up. Then his sister insinuated that I knew something about it. I know one thing; I didn’t know anything about no murder. I wonder if Hassan could say the same thing.

  I was tempted to call him and ask him. Shit I wanted to see why he was not at his child-hood best friend’s funeral. I remember how close they were and his absence made me question, was there any truth to what Corey said. Did Hassan get that boy killed? “Oh my God,” I yelled out. If Hassan did this, he did it because I lied to him about Josiah and he found out about Corey and I. Guilt swept over me. I hope this boy didn’t lose his life over a bitch that would never love him.

  “God help us all, “I mumbled.

  I watched as my son walked into the living room. I never really looked at him, the way I did today and I saw the resemblance to his dad, his real dad. I think I was in denial for so long that I had really convinced myself that he resembled Hassan. I was so wrong, the older he got, the more he started looking exactly like Corey. I kind of felt guilty, but then again, a bitch had to do what a bitch had to do. Josiah doesn’t appreciate what I did for him, but in the end he will thank me. We lived a great life off Hassan’s dime and Josiah never went without.

  ***

  I was in the grocery store on White Plains Road picking up some milk and cereal, which was all I could afford these days. I swear I needed to get my hands on some money fast. Either that or find me a dope boy, who I can throw this bum pussy on, suck the black off his dick and lock him in. Shit he ‘ont even have to love me, just him paying these damn bills is good enough for me. My phone started to ring, at first I ignored it, but it kept ringing. I dug down into my purse and grabbed the phone.

  “Hello,” I yelled in frustration.

  “Mani, it’s Hassan. Please don’t hang up.”

  I froze in the aisle… I looked around, to see if he was behind me.

  I cleared my throat. “Umm, what the fuck you want. I have nothing to say to you,” I lied.

  I was beaming with happiness inside. I thought I would never hear his voice again. I thought he was done with me, but I guess I was wrong.

  “Babe, listen to me, I’m so sorry for what I’ve done to you. I swear, I didn’t mean to. It’s just that I snapped after I found out you cheated on me,” he cried.

  I wanted to believe him, but common sense was telling me not to.

  “Hassan, what do you want from me?”

  “Babe, I don’t want anything. I want you, that’s it. I can’t live without you. I swear, I’d rather kill myself, than to live without you,” he bawled.

  I just lost a friend; I damn sure didn’t want to lose him also.

  “Babe, please let me come over there and see you. Please,” he pleaded.

  “Man, come on, but if you start acting crazy, you got to go. I’m not going through this anymore.”

  “Babe, I swear on my mama. I will never treat you like that again.”

  I didn’t believe a word that was coming out of his mouth. I knew it was all game, but I decide to let him come over anyway. I ain’t going to lie, I wanted him to suck on this pussy and then beat it up. I hate to go this long without fucking. Plus I was hoping that he would throw a couple stacks on me and his son. I don’t care what anyone else said.

  I took a quick shower before he came. I also turned on the camcorder so I record him some more. I can’t wait to see that bitch’s face when she sees her husband head buried in my pussy. I’m doing this for the money, but also to show this bitch, how much her man wanted me.

  In no time, I heard the door banging. Josiah hadn’t been here in days, so that was good. The last thing I needed was for those two to go at it again. I opened the door and he walked in.

  “Hey beautiful,” he said and planted a kiss on my cheek.

  I didn’t respond. I smiled at him. Even though, I was kind of happy to be in his presence. I was still angry at the way, he beat me down. I tried to coach myself to loosen up. I needed some money from him and acting like this wasn’t going to help the situation.

  “Do you want something to drink?”

  “Hell yea. Pour a big glass of whatever you got.”

  I took out his Hennessy Black and poured him a glass and also put a dose of my special medicine in it. I was careful not to put too much in his drink. I didn’t want the nigga falling out, just enough to get him where I wanted him.

  “Here you go,” I smiled at him.

  He downed the first glass and asked for a second, then a third. Damn whatever was going on with him, he was stressed out. I sat on the couch beside him pretending like I was drinking the Heineken.

  “Aye babe, you know, I-I- love you girl,” he stuttered.

  “Really?” I asked and got up and unbuttoned his pants.

  I stripped all my clothing off and got on top of him, straddling him. I squeezed my walls together and slid all the way down.

  “Damn babe, that shit feels good.”

  “Really! Show me.”

  As this bum stroked me, he started talking and stumbling over his words and out of the blue, this nigga starts crying. What the fuck kind of shit was this? If I wanted a bitch, I would’ve got one with a pussy. I continued riding him and rubbing him down.

  “Hassan, let me ask you a question?”

  “Ask me anything you want ma. Your wish is my command,” this drunken bastard mumbled.

  “Baby listen,” I said as I grinded a little bit harder on his stiff dick. “Why didn’t you come to Corey’s funeral, I know you were mad at him and all, but he was yo boy.” I grind harder and squeezed my pussy muscle together.

  “Babe, fuck that nigga. I‘m happy that nigga dead. Matter of fact, I got that nigga killed. Yea let’s see how he motherfucking feel now. Who’s laughing now,” he bragged,

  I almost die when he uttered those words.

  “Boy stop playing. You ain’t do that shit,” I quizzed.

  “I put that on my Mama, I had that fool Big Dre body that nigga. Babe enough about that dead nigga, it’s about us. Me and you.”

  I wanted to get up, but I couldn’t. I needed some money from him so I didn’t want to upset him at all. I hurriedly grind on him so he could bust faster.

  “Damn Baby, take your time, I know you miss the dick, but don’t break it off.”

  “I just miss you so much Daddy,” I lied.

  I was happy when I felt his dick hardened; I knew he was about to cum. I immediately jumped off him. Any other time, I would’ve been eager for him to bust inside of me, but not this time. I was shaking inside; I knew he wasn’t lying because he wasn’t the kind to brag about things that he had no knowledge about.

  I grabbed a towel out of my drawer and wiped between my legs. I wanted to go to the bathroom to clean up, but I was afraid to leave him in the room. I was afraid that he might find the camcorder. He was a murderer and God knows what he might do to me, if he finds out that I have his full confession on camera.

  After sex, he laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

  “Aye, I need you to drop the charges against me. I can’t do
no time and I can lose my license.”

  “What? Is that why you called me, so I can drop the charges? Wow! I should’ve known it was something behind your sweetness.” I said feeling aggravated.

  “Nah babe, it ain’t like that. Mani, I want you in my life. I’m getting a divorce and I am ready to put a ring on your finger.”

  “Hassan, I ain’t no fool. You haven’t called me in a while, than out of the blue, you ask me to drop the charges. You beat the hell out of me, you should’ve seen my face and you left me for dead.” I busted out crying.

  I was feeling hurt, thinking back on how bad he had beat me. I swear I didn’t want to drop the charges, but I still loved him. I was confused and didn’t know what to do…

  “Hassan, I need some money to pay the bills. I’m getting evicted and Josiah and I don’t have nowhere to go.”

  “I ain’t got no money, shit call one of them niggas you be fucking.”

  “What? There you go again. You don’t give a fuck about me, but you asking me to drop charges. Hell no, you man enough to put your hands on me, then you man enough to face the time. Now please get the hell out of my house,” I demanded.

  “You putting me out? My money pay for this shit,” he chuckled.

  “Nigga, I only kept you around because you was paying to fuck. You ain’t paying no more so you need to get yo ass on.” I gritted on him.

  “Ha, ha, you fucking slut. I fucking hate you. Your ass better get down to the DA office and drop those charges or you and your bastard will be next on my list.” He spoke with conviction.

  “Get out. You think you was doing me wrong, nah baby boy, I had you. Believe that!”